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The Problem

I have to see what I can do about the problem. The problem being myself, I am not sure I can handle it though. I have thought about this so hard my head is full of nothing else. And I am nowhere near an answer. Mainly, I think the issue is just what do I want? I mean, apart from the food-clothing-shelter stuff. Beats me, this part always beats me. Ok, I am a loner, which in the old lingo is the same as an introvert. Right? Yeah, I appreciate there are levels of lonliness and gradations all the way from the merely physical to the loneliness of the soul. (Wow!). That doesn't account for this aloofness, if you get my meaning. I mean I look and behave normal. I relate with people. And yet there is this gaping hollow somewhere inside. Like something is missing or never was in the ifrst place.

Yes, this can be called whining. This also fits the description of being totally self-centred. But this is my life and I gotta find my way around.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I wouldn't call it whining, Loner. We all have the need to express ourselves; a need to cry out when we hurt or laugh when we have joy. It's human nature to relate our feelings.
Not only do I consider myself to be a loner, but an introvert as well. I don't drink anymore, but when I did drink, it was only to come out of my shell.
Anonymous said…
You know what pisses me off sometimes? When people tell me, "oh, I know you. I know how you are." Well, they don't know "me". They think they know me, but they don't know the real me. They only know what I allow them to see and hear.
That's my way of protecting myself.
Pradeep VM said…
Right on both counts! Just what I feel about the wise guys myself. I don't even understand myself. SO how can anyone else !!

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